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At some point in the seventies my father and his cousin dragged an old pre-fabricated shed out to a Lake some eleven hours north of Toronto. It had plywood walls, no insulation and a tiny 12” window to the front and a single door. The built bunks into it and an old fuel-drum conversion was built into it as a stove and heat source. No power, no water (except from the lake). At eighteen months old my dad would drag my mum and I out there in the winter to camp, snowshoe and cross-country ski as
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